After the Last Tear: Rising from the Ashes of a Broken Marriage By Cassila K

Chapter 52

Cooking was never my forte. My culinary repertoire consisted of exactly one dish: carbonara. Simple enough to be foolproof - or so I'd always thought.

Yet today, each attempt was an abject failure. Overcooked pasta, curdled sauce - as if the kitchen itself was rejecting my efforts.

I ate each failed attempt myself.

The clock ticked mercilessly as I mentally counted down.

I imagined Luke would arrive, we'd have his birthday dinner, and then I'd vanish from his life. Like waiting for an execution.

But he never showed.

Instead, came a phone call dripping with transparent deceit. "Mandy cut her finger while cooking," he said with exaggerated concern, "had to take her to the ER. Don't wait up."

The casual cruelty of his lies was almost comical in its absurdity.

revealed the truth: a fresh post showing them

impatient voice cut

worry about it." Another lie to add to

then dumped the carbonara into the trash

was it. I was just another completed chapter in Luke's story. Fine. I'd release him

through the hallway, marking

compiled everything - the late-night messages,

their affair. Then posted it where our mutual

they wouldn't get to rewrite this

one final text:

didn't formally end

seven years, I'd never truly been his girlfriend - just

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abortions? Mere inconveniences he'd brushed aside without a second

exploded with